Discontented bachelor

Collected by M. C. Parler Mrs. Retha Hanna
West Fork, Ark. Aug. 18, 1959
Reel 315, Item 3
Discontented Bachelor
As I walked out early one morn,
I heard an old bachelor making his mourn,
Of all the pretty girls there are to see,
I can't find a pretty girl to marry me.
Chorus:
I rode three horses plumb to death,
I rode an old mule till he had no breath.
I rode my saddle off to the tree,
But I can't find a pretty girl to marry me.
He kicked and he screamed and he hollered and he cried, In that condition he laid till he died,
Of all the pretty girls there are to see,
I can't find a pretty girl to marry me.
Chorus.
"My dad, Arthur Woods, used to sing this, when I was a little girl."

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Collected by M. C. Parler Mrs. Retha Hanna
West Fork, Ark. Aug. 18, 1959
Reel 315, Item 3
Discontented Bachelor
As I walked out early one morn,
I heard an old bachelor making his mourn,
Of all the pretty girls there are to see,
I can't find a pretty girl to marry me.
Chorus:
I rode three horses plumb to death,
I rode an old mule till he had no breath.
I rode my saddle off to the tree,
But I can't find a pretty girl to marry me.
He kicked and he screamed and he hollered and he cried, In that condition he laid till he died,
Of all the pretty girls there are to see,
I can't find a pretty girl to marry me.
Chorus.
"My dad, Arthur Woods, used to sing this, when I was a little girl."